"Target 500 meters!"

"High-explosive bomb ready!"

"Shell reloaded!"

"Targeted!"

"Put!"

"Boom!"

With a loud explosion, the cannonball swept through the night sky like a comet, falling into the crowd of Namibian independent divisions in front.

"Boom!"

After the explosion brought by the high-explosive bomb, the shell of the thin layer above was blown open, and with the high temperature, it turned into pieces of killing weapons, scattered into the crowd, and the shock wave generated after the explosion of the shell, the shell landed in a range of thirty or forty meters, and there were basically no living people.

The tank did not stop and continued to move forward, the instructor opened the chamber, withdrew the cartridge case, and quickly stuffed a new shell into it: "Reloaded!" ”

"Targeted!"

"Put!"

With a single shot, another shell hit the Namibian Independent Division in front, and at a distance of 500 meters, the tank fired three shots, forcing a gap in a road for the tank to advance.

The Namibian Independent Division is a little confused now, they are walking well on the road, there is a faint sound of cars in front, but they don't care too much, their own army is advancing, and in their own country, although there are often turmoil and rebel rebellions, that is also for small-scale troops, they are a division, thousands of people, never encountered.

But just now, a sudden shell fell in the crowd, and then a company that was walking in the front, about 200 people, was left in an instant, and there was not even half a platoon left.

"Enemy attack!"

The commander's first reaction was that someone had attacked them and was ready to fight back immediately, but his men reacted even faster than him, and the group of black soldiers were scattered and fled by such a huge artillery force.

The people in front ran back like crazy, and the people in the back only heard the sound of artillery in front, but they didn't know what was happening, and after receiving the order to attack, they were ready to move forward, and the people in front and behind were so entangled together.

When the second shell of Yu Zhiqian and others fell into the crowd, more people were killed, and about half of the soldiers of the battalion were either killed or injured, and more people were injured and trampled by their own people, and the effect was surprisingly good.

It wasn't until after the third shell fell, that the Namibian Independent Division, which had been bombed three times by Yu Zhiqian and others, saw the true face of the attacker, a tank, a tank that they had barely seen, and even if they had seen it, they had only seen it on TV.

The thick barrel, thick armor, no matter how you look at it, this guy is a little difficult to mess with, and after the soldiers who were originally ready to attack saw it, most of them chose to run, and some chose to resist, shooting at the tank with rifles.

Some of the bullets were sent flying somewhere, and some of the bullets hit the tank's armor, ping-pong and sparks, but the tank was still moving forward rapidly.

When the tank entered the landing point of its first shell, there were corpses everywhere, and wounded soldiers were everywhere, and no one could survive within a radius of about 20 meters, and in the middle of the radius of 50 to 20, there were wounded soldiers everywhere, wailing and screaming, but now no one cared about them.

"Division commander, a tank has attacked us!"

"How many tanks!"

"Just one!"

"What is a tank afraid of, just blow him up!"

"Yes!"

After receiving the order, a black officer immediately ordered to take out an RPG and prepare to attack the tanks of Yu Zhiqian and others.

"Head, a suspected anti-instrument tool was found, at eleven o'clock!"

"Roger!"

Yu Zhiqian immediately poked his head out, pulled the bolt of the machine gun hard, and aimed at the position in the direction of eleven o'clock, and the machine gun on the tank became the death god of this group of black soldiers, and began to harvest their lives.

The position of the tank machine gunner is protected, there is a baffle in front of the machine gun, a hatch cover in the back, and there are baffles on the left and right sides that can be raised to ensure the safety of the machine gunner.

At eleven o'clock, several RPG operators had just run to a position less than 150 meters away from the tank, when a row of bullets came at him, and one of the operators hit him in the waist with a machine gun bullet, interrupting him.

Yu Zhiqian didn't find the target for the time being, after all, one hundred and fifty meters at night, too far away, Yu Zhiqian couldn't see it at all, so he could only rely on his own experience to slowly move the muzzle of the gun, a little bit of sideways, and after the two hundred rounds of bullet chain Yu Zhiqian emptied, he quickly raised the head of the machine gun: "Give me the barrel!" ”

"It's coming!"

A barrel was handed over below, Yu Zhiqian was wearing tactical gloves on his hand, but he still felt very hot when he touched the barrel, and he couldn't care so much, Yu Zhiqian quickly took down the barrel that was already hot, and then threw it away directly, and put the new barrel on.

Reassemble the machine gun, take out a long chain of bullets, and load the bullets after loading: "There are no targets!" ”

"At eleven o'clock, thermal imaging detection, about three people!"

"Roger!" Yu Zhiqian once again adjusted the muzzle of the gun to the target position, continued the operation just now and slowly moved his machine gun laterally little by little, this time the effect was much better than the last time, the group of guys holding the RPG had already loaded the rockets, and after half-squatting and preparing the tank to get closer, they immediately opened fire.

But the Grim Reaper's scythe swept over their heads again, and the two black men carrying the RPG were killed by Yu Zhiqian, leaving only the last one who had to hide in the pit and dare not show his head, missing the best opportunity to make a move.

From time to time, bullets around Yu Zhiqian hit the baffle, but they failed to break through the baffle, and Yu Zhiqian slowly fired all the 200 rounds of ammunition and retracted back into the tank compartment.

"Speed up, it's a bit crowded!"

"Yes!"

John continued to increase the throttle, Yu Zhiqian now regrets not exchanging a Leopard tank out, the American M1A2 tank is a heavy tank, but the speed is not very fast, the Leopard tank, which is also a heavy tank, sacrifices the thickness of the armor and increases the speed.

In modern warfare, if a tank does not hang an external device, it is basically difficult to carry the power of a rocket, the new steel plate has been researched, but no major breakthrough has been made, so the tank began to change from armor thickness to speed, as long as I run fast enough, you can't hit me, that's the truth.

The tank began to accelerate, running directly over some of the wounded soldiers, and the sound of the tank engine and the fact that most of the crew in the cabin were wearing noise-canceling communication headsets, so their wails could not be heard.

And after the speed of the tank was raised, it began to catch up with the blacks who had fled for their lives.

Yu Zhiqian didn't show his head, but closed the hatch, the distance was too close, if he encountered a desperate grenade thrown over, what if he threw it in?

So Yu Zhiqian closed the hatch, sat inside the tank, and watched John's operation.

The tank rushed into the crowd of fleeing people, and Yu Zhiqian saw the black men in front of the tank frantically running for their lives through the commander's viewing glass, as if they didn't know how to escape.

Seeing the tank chasing after him, he did not flee towards the wings, but chose to continue to move forward, and a small number of people in front chose to run to the sides, and more crowded forward.

Further on, no matter how fast they ran, they couldn't outrun the tank, and when the tank caught up with them, they were directly hit by the tank, and then the tank's tracks ran over their bodies, and after the body was pressed by dozens of tons of tanks, there was only a pair of skins left, and all kinds of minced meat.

A tank, it took ten minutes to shuttle through the crowd, how many people were killed Yu Zhiqian didn't know, but at least two or three hundred people were crushed, Yu Zhiqian looked at the empty road in front of him and looked at the instructor curiously: "Instructor, why do you say this group of people don't know to run to both sides?" ”

The instructor pushed open the door of the door, a pungent smell of blood came, and he had to continue to close the hatch and then open the built-in air conditioning system to disperse the smell of blood, which was too unpleasant, and it was impossible for people who smelled this smell for the first time to stop without vomiting the acid water in their stomachs.

"Remember your recruit training?" After the smell dissipated a little, the instructor looked at Yu Zhiqian.

After Yu Zhiqian heard it, he thought about it and nodded, when he was a soldier, he just didn't catch up with the reform, and at that time, the veterans were still bullying the recruits to the death, so Yu Zhiqian's memory of the recruits was still fresh in his memory.

"Remember the courage training?"

"the tank?"

"Yes!"

Yu Zhiqian's mind sounded in his mind about one of his former comrades-in-arms, after seeing the tank, his legs were so frightened that he didn't dare to move at all, much like Li Erniu in the TV series I am a special soldier.

The instructor pointed to his head: "When people are scared, many behaviors are subconscious, such as when a car accident, some people see the car crashing, they stand in place and dare not move, they are scared, these people are too, they are scared to run for their lives, but they forget the way to escape!" ”

The tank crushed a road out of the congested section, and the blood stains on the tracks did not slowly disappear until the tank drove two kilometers, and the pursuers were no longer visible behind them, but they could hear a scream.

In the encounter of less than 15 minutes just now, the Namibian Independent Division killed nearly 1,000 people, the entire unit was directly reduced by nearly one-fifth, and some soldiers ran away directly.

There were only some armored vehicles and pickup trucks, but these vehicles could only go to death when they pursued the tanks, so he also broke off his mind of revenge.

"Sir, I just received news from Windhoek that Gogenbu killed Falcao and he's back!"

"That damn old man isn't dead?"

"Not dead!"

“……”

PS: On the last day of April, the 10,000-word update will start tomorrow. I wish you all a happy May Day in advance.